Daddy's Girls (OT4/You G!P)

14: "Fuck me against the wall."

A week later

It's a little after five in the morning when I put my bags in my car.

We're supposed to be in Rio by 10pm, but you can never be too early. I'm meeting them at the studio so that we all could go to the airport together. I already know I'm gonna get complaints for how early it is; as if we don't get up earlier for booked flights.

The drive to the studio was relaxing. The sun hadn't come out just yet and the outside air smelled crisp from last night's rain. I have Break Up Song playing softly on the radio, making the dark morning bright.

I tap my fingers on the wheel rhythmically, singing along, as I cruise my way through the quiet streets of London.

The studio comes into view and I see the room we're usually in with the light on and curtains drawn. I could see movement happening, but I can't tell who it was.

I park the car, then kill the engine.

I check my phone to see it's 5:13am and our flight starts at 8:18. I also got a few messages overnight that I hadn't checked. Most from members of my family, Dad mainly. I answer those real quick then texted one of the girls saying I'm here.

A few moments later, she texts me back.

Okay😊

I send her a reply, saying I'm on my way up before getting out of my car.

I enter and show security my tag before going up to the third floor via stairs. Something I do when I've thrown off my sleep schedule.

When I reach the floor, I spot the three of the four women (Pez was asleep on the couch) whispering amongst themselves, but went quiet when they noticed me. "Good mornin', Miss Star," Jade waves and I wave back skeptically.

"Mornin', girls," I say, hugging them all warmly and kissing their cheeks.

I'm personally really excited for this video. I checked in with the director of the music video, Dana Smith last night and he showed me the impeccable set up at the house.

To put it briefly, it's like Hair, but in the 80s.

"Y'all ready to snatch the fans' wigs?" I ask. "Hope they're racked up on 'em, 'cause they're gonna be bald," Jade says, flipping her curly ponytail.

I chuckle, "I'm sure the fans are happy being bald since y'all snatch wigs often. Whether is a new bop or an Instagram picture."

"Meanwhile, you snatch knickers," Jesy teases. "I dunno 'bout all of that," I shrug, getting next to her and putting my head on her lap. "They lit'rally call you the hot assistant, when you're more like our manager," Leigh voices.

"I'm cool with it. I manage y'all better than Syco ever could," I say, closing my eyes when Jesy starts massaging my scalp. "Facts," Jade says. "I like you as our assistant. It's sexier."

"Jade, how in the bloody hell is that sexy?" Jesy asks, playing with my hair now. "Think about it; what's more appealing, fucking your manager or fucking your assistant?" My eyes open then, "I'd fuck my assistant even though I'm already fucking my clients."

Jesy plucks my temple and I flinch in pain. "Ow! What? It's true," I defend with a pout. "This is a hypothetical question, ladies," Jade says in a deep cockney accent. "I mean, the answer's obvious," Jesy shrugs.

"Say we're strictly professional, which sounds better?"

"I'd say assistant anyway. Manager makes me think of my old one at Pizza Hut. He was such a prick," I giggle. "Same. I'd fuck my assistant."